Really, who are all these new people?
You call them your "best friends" but I know that that's bull.
They've been around for the laughs and the fun,
But they don't know the you when the day is all done.
They haven't known you for even a year.
They haven't been there through a single tear.
You haven't taken them into your fights.
They didn't comfort you on your rough nights.
You didn't contribute to their very best days.
And I guess you can be "best friends" in all different ways,
But I sit up at night and constantly wonder
About that secretive blanket that you keep them under,
And I hope that it's never been that way with me
Even if our bond isn't as easy.
Let's face it,
I came to you in one of life's different stages.
You were difficult to get through to and you kept your emotions in cages.
You let me in slowly, and I did the same.
Our conversations never had a moment of embarrassment or shame.
You now know my whole soul, the cons and the pros.
You've been by my side through the highs and the lows.
I know for the others, you can't say the same.
So, why is it that amongst their lists of "best friends", is your name?